The Central City Particle Accelerator explosion happened about one year ago. Even though it was so long ago, Jane remembered every second of it.

Jane was ecstatic when the announcement was made. She was always a science enthusiast, even though she was merely a waitress at Big Belly Burger. She was trying to save money for college; she was 17 at the time, about to graduate from Central High School. She had saved up all of her paychecks and tips to be able to afford to attend the big event.

The afternoon before, she discovered she had just enough in tips in order to attend the big opening. She decided to pack up some overnight essentials and some meals and be the first in line for the big event.

By the time she arrived, she was about tenth in line. She was okay with that. She set up her tiny camp and waited. At about ten o'clock that night, she thought she was tired but she was too anxious to sleep.

"Good thing I didn't work overnight last night," Jane told herself, getting her phone out to distract herself.

Before she knew it, it was twelve in the afternoon. She packed up her camp and got in her place in line. There were about 100 people behind her, but she didn't bother counting. She couldn't wait, and all of her social media websites said so.

At about seven o'clock, tension was building, and the gates opened. She was pushed in the gate and she payed the person, smiling as he handed her the ticket. Jane went to where the courtyard was and peered up at the scientists hard at work. They were acting casually, like they knew what they were doing and felt that nothing could go wrong.

Then the time came. Harrison Wells came out. He gave a speech. Everyone, including Jane, applauded. Then, the big moment came. There was a low hum that shook the ground and a scientist came running up and said something to Wells, a panicked look in his eye. Harrison turned to the crowd, a calm look on his face.

"It seems there has been an anomaly in the Particle accelerator. My only word of advice: run."

As soon as the word was said, the area erupted into chaos. Jane just followed the crowd, pretty sure she was headed towards the street. She got to the street and she couldn't run faster than the crowd, so she fell. She got kicked, stepped on, and yelled at, but it was all she could do to shield her face and chest.

There was an ear-shattering boom, and the ground shook like a level 5 earthquake. Jane was about a mile out. People were mostly gone, so Jane tried to stand up. Her ankle objected and she was about to examine it when she was hit with an invisible force that knocked her out. She wasn't fast enough.

She woke up in a hospital, her leg lifted up in the air and wrapped in white gauze. Her mother was there, asleep. Poor thing. She worked harder than Jane did. Jane also realized she was famished. Questions hit her like baseball bats to a baseball. Where was she? How long was she out? How was she alive?

"Jane?" Her mother's soft, tired voice said.

Jane smiled. "Hi."

"Oh, I'm so glad!" She exclaimed, jumping up and hugging her.

"How long was I out?" Jane asked.

"Three months. The particle- thingy hit you hard." She wasn't as science savvy as Jane was.

"Did anyone die?"

"I don't know, honey, I'm just glad you're okay."

Jane's mother left to find a doctor, leaving Jane to her thoughts. Before she knew it, her mother had returned, along with a handsome doctor.

"How, are you feeling, Jane?" He asked, his crystal blue eyes shimmering. His short black hair was combed to a part, and he had a five o'clock shadow that fit his square jaw perfectly. Jane had realized she hadn't spoken, so she spoke.

"My foot feels fine. I'm really hungry," she said honestly. Her stomach growled in agreement. Doctor smiled and nodded.

"We'll get you some food in a little bit," he said in his deep voice. "Anything else we should know? How's your shoulder feeling?"

Jane looked over at her shoulder, not noticing at first, but then she screamed in horror. Her whole left arm was gone! There was only a stub near her shoulder. "Wh-wh…?"

"Your arm had a large cut in it and it got infected, so we had no choice but to amputate. I'm so sorry."

Jane looked over at her mother, who had a caring smile on her face, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, my baby."

The doctor went back to business. "You will need some therapy, which I can schedule with your mom. And also…"

to be continued...

(A/N: I'm not sure of the exact details of the explosion. Please don't yell at me in the comments if I got anything wrong. Thank you for reading this, and I hope you enjoy it!)